Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!