Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes,From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus).