Hold, or cut bowstrings.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.