Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Hereditary sloth instructs me.