Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!