Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.