We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Time does not have the same appeal for every one

For I can raise no money by vile means.

Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

We will have rings and things and fine array