The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.