I would fain die a dry death.
To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.