Make not your thoughts your prisons.

“CLAUDIO: [...]for beauty is a witchAgainst whose charms faith melteth into bloo…”

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men,Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the …”

“Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty moun…”

“There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.”