I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

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