Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead

Direct Not Him Whose Way Himself Will Choose; 'tis Breath Not Lack'st, And That Breath Wilt Thou Lose.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

Present Fears Are Less Than Horrible Imaginings.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!