How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban
Let them obey that knows not how to rule.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?
I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.