Helena: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
Lafeu: They say miracles are past.
Parolles: There's place and means for every man alive.
Mariana: The honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty.
Parolles: Captain I'll be no more;
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
As captain shall: simply the thing I am
Shall make me live.
King: Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon.
Lafeu: Fare you well, my lord; and believe
This of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut;
The soul of this man is his clothes.
Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence.
Countess: Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.