Give me to drink mandragora.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.