“The worm is not to be trusted...”

“A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm”

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills”

“All that glisters is not gold;Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.”

“Sirrah, your Father's dead: And what will you do now? How will you live?Son: As birds do, mother.L. Macd: What with worms and flies?Son: With what I get, I mean; and so do they.”

“For trust not him that hath once broken faith”