It Were A Grief So Brief To

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

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)

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

The Insolence Of Office.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.