... he that sleeps feels not the toothache.

O sleep, O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse ...

... Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.

... Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!

'T is one thing to be tempted, ... Another thing to fall.

Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.