Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
What else may hap, to time I will commit.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.