He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
He is white-livered and red-faced.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.