He had a face like a blessing.
Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.
Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown.
It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
The reputation of a woman may also be compared to a mirror of crystal, shining and bright, but liable to be sullied by every breath that comes near it.