Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Let us kill all lawyers
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.