If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!