Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

What a fool honesty is.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

... by indirections find directions out.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith