Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.
But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.