Death-counterfeiting sleep.

I'll teach you differences.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.