Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Death is a fearful thing.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.