Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.