Turn hell-hound, turn.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

The soul of this man is his clothes.

So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.

Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.