How now, wit! Whither wander you?
Death-counterfeiting sleep.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.