Men at some time are masters of their fates.

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.