Courage mounteth with occasion.

The cunning livery of hell.

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

Cursed be he that moves my bones.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.