He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark

Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.