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.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
The insolence of office.