There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field.