I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.