The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.
He was not so much brain as earwax
The wheel is come full circle.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Be to yourself as you would to your friend.