Truth hath a quiet breast.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.

Haste is needful in a desperate case.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.