In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.