Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.