If you be King, why should not I succeed?

Every why has a wherefore.

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

I'll teach you differences.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.