O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.

Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

How low am I, thou painted maypole?

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.