1. How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unus’d.
2. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
3. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,–
A thought which, quarter’d, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward,–I do not know
Why yet I live to say ’This thing’s to do;’
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means