Like madness, is the glory of this life.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.
As good luck would have it.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.