Give thy thoughts no tongue.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold