ROSALIND
A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's; then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands. 

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee

We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo