Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.
Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!