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

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

Good wits will jump.

For all true love is grounded on esteem.

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.