The fear's as bad as falling.
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.