Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.