“Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.”

“Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.”

“To die, - To sleep, - To sleep!Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;”

“This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.”

“The ides of March are come.Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.”

“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”

“Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.”