O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream