I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

To you your father should be as a god.

You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.