Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Ambition should be made from sterner stuff.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.