We are such stuff that dreams are made of.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.