Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?
I will praise any man that will praise me.