Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.