Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

A man can die but once.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?