Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm