The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Love reasons without reason.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.