The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

As good luck would have it.