The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.