So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

Brevity is the soul of wit.