As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

In right and service to their noble country.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.