Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.