If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.