They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.
William ShakespeareCease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
William ShakespeareAnd all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
William ShakespeareThis is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
William Shakespeare