What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.