Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.