Much rain wears the marble.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.