Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.