My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
There is a history in all men's lives.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.