Too nice, and yet too true!

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.