It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

These violent delights have violent ends.