When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.