And pity, like a new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.

“What a piece of work is a man! How noble is reason! how infinite in faculty! in…”

“Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words”

“Tush!Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;Talkers are no good doers: b…”

“I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit”