There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow

Which thy frozen bosom bears,

On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears!

But first set my poor heart free,

Bound in those icy chains by thee.

John Fletcher (1576-1625): The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2.

But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.