We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Life's uncertain voyage.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.