RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
Friendship's full of dregs.
For mine own part, it was Greek to me.
The sense of death is most in apprehension.
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.