Much rain wears the marble.
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
How every fool can play upon the word!
I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?