Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
Remembrance of things past.
Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
Our jovial star reigned at his birth.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.