He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.