Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.