But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

The head is not more native to the heart.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, more than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.