Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)