In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.