Gold were as good as twenty orators.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.