Who can control his fate?

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

Have patience, and endure

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.