Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.