Hedonistic Antony

Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?

Nature of desire

What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;

About old Caesar

A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow.

Love's blindness

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.