And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.