Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

Making night hideous.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!