There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence