All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

A Lover Goes Toward His Beloved As Enthusiastically As A Schoolboy Leaving His Books, But When He Leaves His Girlfriend, He Feels As Miserable As The Schoolboy On His Way To School. (act 2, Scene 2)

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.