As good luck would have it.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.