O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

Turn hell-hound, turn.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave.

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.