If money go before, all ways do lie open.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)
I'll teach you differences.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.