Let them obey that knows not how to rule.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Death rock me asleep.