I have a bone to pick with Fate
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.