User:Macbeth

... You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate: the elements, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable.

-- W. Shakespeare (The Tempest, Act III Scene III) comprehension is not compulsory