The insolence of office.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

None can cure their harms by wailing them.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.