Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.