April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

Season your admiration for a while.

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.