Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

Well roared, lion.

Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.

I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

Thou art all the comfort The Gods will diet me with.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.