But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.