Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.