Lend less than you owe.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.
Kindness nobler ever than revenge.