A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day's sustenance, a night's repose and due leisure, whether he be painter or ploughman.

We have seen better days.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

What's gone and what's past help<br /> Should be past grief.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,<br /> If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,<br /> As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.

O, how this spring of love resembleth<br /> The uncertain glory of an April day!

I have no other but a woman's reason:<br /> I think him so, because I think him so.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;<br /> In a cowslip's bell I lie.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now,<br /> Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

A kind<br /> Of excellent dumb discourse.

He that dies pays all debts.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

What seest thou else<br /> In the dark backward and abysm of time?

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:<br /> If the ill spirit have so fair a house,<br /> Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.