The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?