For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

England is safe, if true within itself.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

Small to greater matters must give way.

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.

My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.