. . 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.

Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other

A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.

Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.

You are a tedious fool.

I'll teach you differences.

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.