Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

You are strangely troublesome.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.