For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*
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)