Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
There's nothing in this world can make me joy.
These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.