There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly, as doth intemperate anger.
Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parcels, that she may take away all at one swoop.
We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.
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