Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me