Hereditary sloth instructs me.

These blessed candles of the night.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye