"The miserable have no other medicine but only hope."

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more."

"Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?"

"Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish!"

"Methinks I smell an April day in January."