Nothing comes from doing nothing.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.