You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.