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

O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Small to greater matters must give way.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.