In jest, there is truth.

Our enemies are our outward consciences.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.