Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.