This world's a city full of straying streets, and death's the market-place where each one meets.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!
There is nothing good or bad Only thinking makes it so.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen, Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last.