We have seen better days.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

More can I bear than you dare execute.

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.