And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues... - William Shakespeare

"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it."

"This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."

"Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness."

"True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings."