O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.