Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.