“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”

“Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good nameRobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,That, if I then had waked after long sleep,Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,The clouds methought would open, and show richesReady to drop upon me; that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.”

“Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.”

“The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.”

“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.”