There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.
Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Come, Lady, die to live.
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