Ambition, the soldier's virtue.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.