Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.