Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.
It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.