We have some salt of our youth in us.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.