Act iii. Sc. 8.
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
Pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.