Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

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

What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.