O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.