Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

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)

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

That Which Hath Made Them Drunk Hath Made Me Bold; What Hath Quenched Them Hath Given Me Fire.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.