There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
Let no man under value the price of a virtuous woman's counsel.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Enough 's as good as a feast.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.