There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls. Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords; Then let your will attend on their accords.

What is past is prologue.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!