How tedious is a guilty conscience!
Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.
That realm is never long in quiet, where the ruler is a soldier.