If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.
Done to death by slanderous tongue
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.