Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

How my achievements mock me!