Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.