I have a bone to pick with Fate

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.