Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
'Tis pride that pulls the country down.