Love laughs at locksmiths.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
We must follow, not force Providence.
You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.