Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.