Remembrance Of Things Past.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.