Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

Despair and die. The ghosts

The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Is it not strange, that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies!