Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.