Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.

Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands

Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest

O war! thou son of Hell!

Weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath