...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.