Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
What else may hap, to time I will commit.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.