May his pernicious soulRot half a grain a day!

If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me

Brevity is the soul of wit.

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

Is there no way for men to be, but womenMust be half-workers?

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.