“Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.”

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*”

“Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a sieve.”

“I pray thee, cease thy counsel,Which falls into mine ears as profitlessAs water in a sieve: give not me counsel;Nor let no comforter delight mine earBut such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine:... for, brother, menCan counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,Their counsel turns to passion, which beforeWould give preceptial medicine to rage,Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,Charm ache with air and agony with words.No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patienceTo those that wring under the load of sorrow,But no man's virtue nor sufficiencyTo be so moral when he shall endureThe like himself. Therefore give me no counsel:My griefs cry louder than advertisement.”

“O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena”

“We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; bebrisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.”

“I have learn'd that fearful commentingIs leaden servitor to dull delay;Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary.Then fiery expedition be my wing,Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.We must be brief when traitors brave the field.”