Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

Friendship is full of dregs.