Take it in what sense thou wilt.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.