Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

The rain, it raineth every day.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream