The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor