Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.