It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
Words to deeds cold breath gives.