You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.