False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.
O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
I see a man's life is a tedious one.