Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.