He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.
I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Educated men are so impressive.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.