Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

We must follow, not force Providence.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.