Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
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. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
Although the last, not least.