Hang those that talk of fear.
He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.