Barnes are blessings.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear.

Nothing comes from doing nothing.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

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

One sin another doth provoke.