Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care

The weakest goes to the wall.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Let us kill all lawyers