O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

Women may fail when there is no strength in man

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.