O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.