In time we hate that which we often fear.

“They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.”

“There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.”

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poi…”

“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWal…”