For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

If music be the food of love, play on.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

Women may fail when there is no strength in man

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!