It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.