» How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
» Parting is such sweet sorrow.
» Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
» Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you -- tripping on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as Leif the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and as I may say, the whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
» Why so large a cost, having so short a lease, does thou upon your fading mansion spend?
» Nothing can come of nothing.
» If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
» I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
» The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. [Hamlet]
» The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.