Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

How every fool can play upon the word!