O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

Jaques: Rosalind Is Your Love's Name? Orlando: Yes, Just. Jaques: I Do Not Like Her Name. Orlando: There Was No Thought Of Pleasing You When She Was Christened.