Good is not good, unless A thousand it possess, But doth waste with greediness.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.