Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.