I should be very willing to redress men’s wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Dispute not with her; she is lunatic.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.