Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

Misery makes sport to mock itself.

The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!