Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
William ShakespeareWe are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
William ShakespeareMerciful heaven, Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splits the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle; but man, proud man, Dressed in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured His glassy essence--like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, would all themselves laugh mortal.
William Shakespeare