A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
Oh what fools we mortals are.