And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.

The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.

Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Patch grief with proverbs.