Fight to the last gasp.
Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
Sometimes, less is more.
Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.