Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

Policy sits above conscience.

To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.