Men at some time are masters of their fates.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.