Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.