If you be King, why should not I succeed?

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.