Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!
There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.