If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.