When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.