Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
What is the city but the people?
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.