The apparel oft proclaims the man.

They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?

It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.