Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.