In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well.
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
How my achievements mock me!
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.