A harmless necessary cat.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.