This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.

Pride went before, ambition follows him.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.