Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.