Good wits will jump.

What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?

For all true love is grounded on esteem.

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.

Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.

The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.