Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
The devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs--he will give the devil his due.
Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?