In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
How tedious is a guilty conscience!
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Love mixed with fear is sweetness.