This above all; to thine own self be true.

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

For mine own part, it was Greek to me.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.