Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
Know more than other. Work more than other. Expect less than other
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.