These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

The present eye praises the present object.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.