How every fool can play upon the word!
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Speak comfortable words.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.