It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Small to greater matters must give way.