Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.