Foul whisp'rings are abroad.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.