Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

You know who you are, but know not who you could be.

The golden age is before us, not behind us.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.