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)

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

God defend the right.