The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll be married to a sponge.
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.