Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

“for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to kee…”

“Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, must have inventions to delight…”

“I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;I'll slay more gazers than the b…”

“Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto t…”