Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em; / Thought is free.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
Women's weapons, water-drops.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.