What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Patch grief with proverbs.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.