Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.