If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
Grace and remembrance be to you both.
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.