Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
Be not afraid of greatness.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)