It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground