I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.