He did the utmost bounds of Knowledge find,
He found them not so large as was his mind.
But, like the brave Pellæan youth, did moan,
Because that Art had no more worlds than one.
And when he saw that he through all had past,
He dy’d, lest he should idle grow at last.
Fanciful reasoning,
Falstaff. Imbowell’d!—— if thou imbowel me to-day, I’ll give you leave to powder me, and eat me to-morrow! ’Sblood, ’twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit; to die is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life, indeed.
First Part Henry IV. act 1. sc. 10.
Clown. And the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Christian.
Hamlet, Act 5. sc. 1.
Pedro. Will you have me, Lady?
Beatrice. No, my Lord, unless I might have another for working days. Your Grace is too costly to wear every day.
Much ado about nothing, act 2. sc. 5.