There is a world elsewhere.
And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
What is the city but the people?
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Let him smell his way to Dover!
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.