In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.