Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
A king of infinite space
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.