Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
This thought is as a death.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.