Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Pardon's the word to all.