When I waked, I cried to dream again

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.