... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.

For this relief, much thanks

To sleep perchance to dream