Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Fight to the last gasp.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?