I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

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.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

God send everyone their heart's desire!