The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

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.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.