Foul whisperings are abroad

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

Justice always whirls in equal measure.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.