There's place and means for every man alive.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.