And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Death rock me asleep.
Nothing can come of nothing.
I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.