For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.