To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!