We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)