Like madness, is the glory of this life.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

There is a world elsewhere.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?