In time we hate that which we often fear.

“Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?Polonius: By the mass…”

“For we, which now behold these present days,Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongu…”

“Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a wom…”

“Tis safter to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”