My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

“Against ill chances men are ever merry,But heaviness foreruns the good event...…”

“That he's mad, 'tis true,'tis true 'tis pity,And pity 'tis, 'tis true—a foolish…”

“Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.”

“A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued…”