He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Every subject's duty is the King's; but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore, should every soldier in the wars do as every sick man in his bed, wash every mote out of his conscience; and dying so, death is to him advantage; or not dying, the time was blessedly lost wherein such preparation was gained; and in him that escapes, it were no sin to think that, making God so free an offer, He let him outlive the day to see His greatness and to teach others how they should prepare.

If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

I hope to see London once ere I die.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.