A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
All offences come from the heart.
When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.
QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.