"Bus driver, bus driver, the sirens have gone, The bombs may come down, but the buses go on; Bus driver, I know you won't think me a snobIf I whisper: "Bus driver, I don't want your job"."

"QUEEN: But Hymen's torch, held downward, shall drop out, And for it, the mad Furies swing their brands About the bride-chamber."

"BALTHAZAR: Sin is a raven croaking her own fall."

"KING: I am full of thoughts, A thousand wheels toss my incertain fears, There is a storm in my hot boiling brains, Which rises without wind. A horrid one."

"BALTHAZAR: I have a private coat for Italian stilettos, I can be treacherous with the Walloon, drunk with the Dutch, a chimney-sweeper with the Irish, a gentleman with the Welsh and true arrant thief with the English. What then is my country to me?"

"BALTHAZAR: Subjects may stumble, when kings walk astray. Thine acts shall be a new Apocrypha."

"ONAELIA: One step to human bliss is sweet revenge."

"ONAELIA:You are like common beadles, apt to lash Almost to death poor wretches not worth striking, But fawn with slavish flattery on damned vices So great men act them. You clap hands at those, Where the true poet indeed doth scorn to gild A gaudy tomb with glory of his verse, Which coffins stinking carrion."

"Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd? O punishment!"

"ONAELIA: What sort of poets are there? POET: Two sorts lady: The great poets and the small poets. ONAELIA: Great and small! Which do you call the great? The fat ones?"

"ALANZO: Wrongs, like great whirlwinds, Shake highest battlements. Few for heaven would care, Should they be ever happy."

"Turn over a new leaf."

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: it is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his crown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be bought; of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an Empress, his heart cannot beat quite till he leaves her embracements to be at rest with the other; yea, so greatly indebted are we to this kinsman of death, that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: and there is good cause why we should do so: for sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon's minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it."

"Honest labour bears a lovely face."

"The best of men That e’er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed."

"To add to golden numbers golden numbers."

"I was ne’er so thrummed since I was a gentleman."

"Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!"

"A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that’s never read,— To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school."

"This principle is old, but true as fate,— Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate."

"And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There ’s a lean fellow beats all conquerors."

"The world’s a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill."

"Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen."

"With this kiss I wed thee once again."

"I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom."

"We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies."

"The worst comes to the worst."

"Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head."

"A flat case as plain as a pack-staff."

"Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?"

"Spick and span new."

"As true as I live."

"The world's a stage on which all parts are played."

"Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose."

"A little too wise, they say, do ne’er live long."

"Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary."

"Justice may wink a while, but see at last."

"Turn over a new leaf."

"How a good meaning May be corrupted by a misconstruction."

"My nearest And dearest enemy."

"As the case stands."

"On his last legs."

"This was a good week’s labour."

"The better day, the better deed."

"’T is a stinger."

"There is no hate lost between us."

"As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet."

"Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon."

"Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes."