O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!

Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.