The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.
The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.
All the world's a stage.