Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary She I love is far away
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
Tis mad idolatry to make the service greater than the god
An old man is twice a child
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting