I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.