I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!”

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

“I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the worldHave so incense…”