God send everyone their heart's desire!

If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen, arrows make.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.