Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.