There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.