Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Look To Her, Moor, If Thou Has Eyes To See. She Has Deceived Her Father, And May Thee.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.