Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.
To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.