He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

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.

... And death unloads thee.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.