JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?