How poor are they that have have not patients.

Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

The time is out of joint.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.