There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls. Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords; Then let your will attend on their accords.

The fear's as bad as falling.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

A good heart 'is worth gold.

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.