Thomas Middleton

The worst comes to the worst.

He who loves the law dies either mad or poor.

The better day, the better deed.

A little too wise, they say, do ne’er live long.

Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?

A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.

Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.

Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose.

The world's a stage on which all parts are played.

This was a good week’s labour.

My nearest And dearest enemy.

Turn over a new leaf.

Justice may wink a while, but see at last.

How a good meaning May be corrupted by a misconstruction.

All is not gold that glisteneth.

Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.

There is no hate lost between us.

As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.

By many a happy accident.

How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer’s days!

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.

Wilt make haste to give up thy verdict because thou wilt not lose thy dinner.