There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
What is thy sentence then but speechless death.
Let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.