God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!