Blood will have blood.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?