Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
And makes me poor indeed.