Fortune, that favors fools.
Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.
... the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.
Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.
As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.