That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
There's villainous news abroad.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.