Courage mounteth with occasion.
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Speak me fair in death.
The rain, it raineth every day.
We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.