Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.