Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

We must follow, not force Providence.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

The proverb is something musty.