Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.

None can cure their harms by wailing them.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.