Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
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.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Adversity makes strange bedfellows.