Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.
He that knows no guilt can know no fear.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful
But married once, a man is stak'd or pown'd, and cannot graze beyond his own hedge.
Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.
My dancing days are past.