Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.