Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—
An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?