The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.

You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.