RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
William ShakespeareWhat, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
William ShakespeareThe brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
William Shakespeare