What must be shall be.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Men should be what they seem.
Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?