Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)