Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

Be not afraid of greatness.

Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

A flock of blessings light upon thy back