April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

My crown is in my heart, not on my head.