Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

We must follow, not force Providence.