Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.