What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Boldness be my friend.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary