The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

God grant us patience!

And nature must obey necessity.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.