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

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.