There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
Short summers lightly have a forward spring.
Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.