Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.