The head is not more native to the heart.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.