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

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

“I dreamt a dream tonight.Mercutio: And so did I.Romeo: Well, what was yours?Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.”

“At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”

“My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,And nothing is but what is not.”