And simple truth miscalled simplicity
Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
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
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.