Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.