I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.