Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.