How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.

Avaunt, you cullions!

I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

This is the short and the long of it.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.