Highly fed and lowly taught.

And makes me poor indeed.

There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old.

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.