Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
William ShakespeareGLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
William ShakespeareFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
William Shakespeare