He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.

You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee