Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

What a deformed thief this fashion is.

Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.