So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.