Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
Who can be patient in extremes?
For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.
Time, whose millioned accidents creep in betwixt vows, and change decrees of kings, tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharpest intents, divert strong minds to the course of altering things.