And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

Swift as shadow, short as any dream

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.