Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.