Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.