Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.

Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.

The world must be peopled!

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.