Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

Let every man be master of his time.

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.