Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?

“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'…”

“Good Madonna, why mournest thou?Good Fool, for my brother's death.I think his s…”

“Somos de la misma sustancia que los sueños, y nuestra breve vida culmina en un …”

“Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleepDreaming of bot…”