For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

Old Time the clock-setter.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.