Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.