It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Conscience is a thousand swords.