Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.