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I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
A Midsummer Night's Dream (1595)
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
Macbeth (1605)
To climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first.
Henry VIII (1613)
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello (1603)
He sleeps by day
More than the wild-cat.
Bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.
King Lear (1608)
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Julius Cæsar (1599)
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself
And where we are our learning likewise is.
Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.
Julius Cæsar (1599)
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep.
Macbeth (1605)
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Cæsar (1599)
In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
For never yet one hour in his bed
Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,
But have been waked by his timorous dreams.
Richard III (1591)
To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
O this learning, what a thing it is!
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
Thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death.
Romeo and Juliet (1597)