No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

We will have rings and things and fine array

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.