Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.