Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.