The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

The rest, is silence.