See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.