What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!