Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.

“There is a tide in the affairs of menWhich, taken at the flood, leads on to for…”

“More matter with less art.”

“Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my …”

“I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.”