All pride is willing pride.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.