What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.