Put money in thy purse.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.