My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.