We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
...an old man is twice a child.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.