Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

If all the year were playing holidays, <br>To sport would be as tedious as to work.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, <br>This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, <br>This other Eden, demi-paradise, <br>This fortress built by Nature for herself <br>Against infection and the hand of war, <br>This happy breed of men, this little world, <br>This precious stone set in the silver sea, <br>Which serves it in the office of a wall <br>Or as a moat defensive to a house, <br>Against the envy of less happier lands,-- <br>This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

This England never did, nor never shall, <br>Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale <br>Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

Make the best use of what is in your power, and take the rest as it happens.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

True is it that we have seen better days.