To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!