It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

This thought is as a death.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.