“O Fiend, whose talisman was that fatal symbol, wouldst thou leave nothing, whether in youth or age, for this poor sinner to revere?—such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.”

“...such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.”

“If the wild filly, "Progress," thou wouldst ride,Have young companions ever at thy side;But wouldst thou stride the stanch old mare, "Success,"Go with thine elders, though they please thee less.”

“Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich thou esteem'st the ornament of life,And live a coward in thine own esteem,Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'Like the poor cat i' the adage?”

“Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee?BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.BENEDICK O, stay but till then!BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now...(Much Ado About Nothing)”

“If thou art worn and hard beset,With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget;If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keepThy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,Go to the woods and hills! No tearsDim the sweet look that Nature wears.”