Report me and my cause aright.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.