Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.
It is a natural virtue incident to our sex to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.
My seat has been the seat of kings, and I will have no rascal to succeed me.
They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.
I don't keep a dog and bark myself.
My mortal foe can no ways wish me a greater harm than England's hate; neither should death be less welcome unto me than such a mishap betide me.