It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
Travelers must be content.
I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
And simple truth miscalled simplicity