Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.