Our whole life is like a play.
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.
Reader look, not on his picture but his book.
Man and wife make one fool.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need