Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

A good wit will make use of anything.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.