If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
But by bad courses may be understood that their events can never fall out good.
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Thine face is not worth sunburning.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without toughts never to heaven go.