As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
In delay there lies no plenty.