There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.