Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

For some must watch, while some must sleep;So runs the world away.

But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie Imagine every eye beholds their blame

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.

Mercutio: And so did I.

Romeo: Well, what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am

I have more care to stay than will to go.