Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.