Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.