I essentially am not in madness, but mad in craft.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Oh that way madness lies let me shun that.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Take pains. Be perfect.

Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...