I am dying, Egypt, dying.
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou striv'est to get; and what thou hast, forget'est.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.
The miserable have no medicine but hope.
True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures kings.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
