Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
The man that hath no music in himself
The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.
Art made tongue-tied by authority.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!