Thou lump of foul deformity!
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.