When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
What light through yonder window breaks?
Do not spread the compost on the weeds.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)