Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.