The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.