Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.