I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
Who can be patient in extremes?
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.