Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting