Nothing comes from doing nothing.
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
Travelers must be content.