I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Dreams, Indeed, Are Ambition; For The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream. And I Hold Ambition Of So Airy And Light A Quality That It Is But A Shadow's Shadow.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun