And Caesar shall go forth.
Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.
He was not so much brain as earwax
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
Away, you mouldy rogue, away!