There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters.

Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.

I have other fish to fry.

Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.

He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay.

God bears with the wicked, but not forever.

It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up.