Time does not have the same appeal for every one

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

If people knew how much I hated them, they'd love me for holding it in.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Conceit in weakest bodies works the strongest.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.