Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

Thou lump of foul deformity!

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

LEONATO Neighbours, you are tedious. DOGBERRY It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.