I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
A harmless necessary cat.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.