Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
It's a pity that the rich have more freedom to hang or drown themselves than the rest of us Christians.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee.
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.