For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.