Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
But like of each thing that in season grows.