Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

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

Falsehood falsehood cures

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart