There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

Come give us a taste of your quality.