Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

What a piece of work is a man

I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

It is not night when I do see your face.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow