Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Full fathom five thy father lies
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.