An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
What people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.