When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,  And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep.
Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.