Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Within the book and volume of thy brain.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.