I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.
Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.