Somos feitos da mesma matéria que os sonhos e esta breve vida abrange um sono.

“Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear!Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst inten…”

“Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”

“Who was it that thus cried? why? worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strengt…”

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful lo…”