You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sweet touch of them than in the tongues of the whole French council.
And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
Small to greater matters must give way.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Live how we can, yet die we must.