Good words are better than bad strokes.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.