Travelers must be content.
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
The head is not more native to the heart.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.