There is nothing serious in Mortality

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor