How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak:
How Low am I? I am not yet so Low
But that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes

“It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one…”

“True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing…”

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.”

“For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of …”