What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
To beguile the time, look like the time.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost.