Too nice, and yet too true!
Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.