When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Give me my sin again.

So many horrid Ghosts.

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.