O! that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come; But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known.

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.