Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.