Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.

Barnes are blessings.