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

“Either to die the death or to abjureFor ever the society of men.Therefore, fair…”

“Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to…”

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought hear…”

“Oh beware my Lord of jealousy, for it is the green eyed monster.”