What e'er thou art, act well thy part.

Courage mounteth with occasion.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

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.

Lovers ever run before the clock