Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. — William Shakespeare
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. — William Shakespeare
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not. — William Shakespeare
And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. — William Shakespeare