Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.

If there is a good will, there is great way.