Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.