Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

Let us kill all lawyers

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.