Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love

You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.