Good counselors lack no clients.
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.