No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceived, my substance is not here.
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away