Can one desire too much of a good thing?
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!