Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
I understand a fury in your words But not your words.
As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.