He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]

He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]

Let the dead bury the dead.

Let the dead bury the dead.

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.

Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's read more

For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.

Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.

Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.

He only does it to annoy you.

He only does it to annoy you.

My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.

My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.