Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!

There's a time for all things.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

We must follow, not force Providence.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.