“Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.”

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Your fate awaits you. Accept it in body and spirit. To get used to the life you'll most likely be leading soon, get rid of your low-class trappings.”

“Cupid is a knavish lad,Thus to make poor mortals mad!”

“This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.”

“You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wingsand soar with them above a common bound.”

“For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings;How some have been deposed; some slain in war,Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;All murder'd: for within the hollow crownThat rounds the mortal temples of a kingKeeps Death his court and there the antic sits,Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,Allowing him a breath, a little scene,To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,Infusing him with self and vain conceit,As if this flesh which walls about our life,Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thusComes at the last and with a little pinBores through his castle wall, and farewell king!”

“Some rise by sin, and some by virtues fall. ”