'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.