He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.