Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.