Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
A harmless necessary cat.
We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.