Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Every good servant does not all commands.
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.