Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.