God grant us patience!
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.
The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!