The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. And many strokes though with a little axe hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. In delay there lies no plenty. Is it not strange that sheep's guts should hale souls out of men's bodies? Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Journeys end in lovers meeting. | 
