Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

Report me and my cause aright.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.