Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
How poor are they that have have not patients.
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.