For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.