Time does not have the same appeal for every one
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
He's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.
And I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.