Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.