The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.

They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.