Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.