Assume a virtue if you have it not
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny
A rotten case abides no handling
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!