“I have supped full with horrors.”

“I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.”

“I have no way and therefore want no eyesI stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.”

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”

“I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;And from that full meridian of my gloryI haste now to my setting: I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.”

“The wheel is come full circle.”

“so full of shapes is fancy”