The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.

A light heart lives long.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.