Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable.(attributed to)

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.