O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.