You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bond in earth, in sea, in sky. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls. Man, more divine, the master of all these, Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas, Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords; Then let your will attend on their accords.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.