Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
Greatness knows itself.