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.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

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.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.