On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.
As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not.