Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
When I was at home I was in a better place
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.