Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

Two women placed together makes cold weather.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

They were devils incarnate.