The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
O, had I but followed the arts!
Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.