For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.