We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Hang those that talk of fear.