My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.
No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
When the age is in, the wit is out
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
A very scurvy fellow.
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.