A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.