Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

Ere Yet The Salt Of Most Unrighteous Tears Had Left The Flushing Of Her Gallèd Eyes, She Married. O, Most Wicked Speed, To Post With Such Dexterity To Incestuous Sheets!

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.