Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

More matter with less art.

Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

Let no such man be trusted.

Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.