Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.