This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.