The time is out of joint.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.
The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.