There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Hang him, swaggering rascal!
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.