The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.
Nature does require her times of preservation.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.