Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

Would I were in an alehouse in London.

Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.

Grief makes one hour ten.