Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

They say miracles are past.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.

So many horrid Ghosts.