I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.

Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.