Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.