O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

God Grant Us Patience!

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One