We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

Oh what fools we mortals are.