Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.