In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Pardon's the word to all.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

We cannot all be masters.