When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Talkers are no good doers.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.