Kindness nobler ever than revenge.
Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?