Or ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon And you were a Christian slave.

Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion.

To be a good Briton, a man must trade profitably, marry respectably, live cleanly, avoid excess, revere the established order, and wear his heart in his breeches pocket or anywhere but on his sleeve.

Under the bludgeonings of chance / My head is bloody, but unbowed.

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.