“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breathTo say to me that thou art out of breath?”

“Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.”

“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”

“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.”

“For where thou art, there is the world itself,With every several pleasure in the world,And where thou art not, desolation.”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”

“How many actions most ridiculous/Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?CORIN: Into a thousand that I have forgotten.SILVIUS: O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!/If thou remember'st not the slightest folly/That ever love did make thee run into,/Thou hast not loved:/Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,/Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,/Thou hast not loved...”