Good wine needs no bush.
What a case am I in.
Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
Let the world slide.
I 'll not budge an inch.
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
And do as adversaries do in law,--
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
And thereby hangs a tale.
My cake is dough.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,--
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
'T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven.
Service is no heritage.
He must needs go that the devil drives.
My friends were poor but honest.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises.
I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed.