He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

Time is the king of men.