Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Twelfth Night -- II. 5.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

Winter's Tale -- II. 2.

Out of this silence, yet I picked a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Midsummer Night's Dream -- V. 1.

A murd'rous, guilt shows not itself more soon,
Than love that would seem bid: love's night is noon.

Twelfth Night -- III. 2.

Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind.
Idem.
She never told her love,--
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask check: she pined in thought
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

Twelfth Night -- II. 4.

The course of true-love
never did run smooth.

Midsummer Night's Dream -- I. 1.

We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest -- IV.

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