My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.