Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.