Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.

Dreams are the children of idled minds.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

I have drunk and seen the spider.

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.