Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

What is more miserable than discontent?

So fair and foul a day i had not seen.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Be not afraid of greatness.