Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
This is the very ecstasy of love.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.