Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Have patience, and endure

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.