The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.