"If music be the food of love play on, Give me excess of it that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die."
"And what should I do in Illyria?, My brother he is in Elysium."
"And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou has a mind that suits with this thy fair and outward character."
"That quaffing and drinking will undo you. I heard my lady talk of it yesterday,"
"he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger."