Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.