All is possible for those who dare to die!
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.
He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.