It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.

Within the book and volume of thy brain.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.