To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.
The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.