The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
A woman's thought runs before her actions.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.