With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.