Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

Gloucester: I Do Not Know That Englishman Alive With Whom My Soul Is Any Jot At Odds, More Than The Infant That Is Born To-night: I Thank My God For My Humility.