What need the bridge much broader than the flood?

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Away, you mouldy rogue, away!

He was not so much brain as earwax

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.