“Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?”

“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?”

“Life is but a dream, within a dream.”

“Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.”

“I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.”

“A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost...”

“Is this a vision?Is this a dream? Do I sleep?”