Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.