There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind
William ShakespeareToo much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. — Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.
William Shakespeare