Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.