Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.