This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack: the round world Should have shook lions into civil streets, And citizens to their dens.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.