What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?

I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.