It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.