You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.