Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

There is a world elsewhere.

Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.