They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.
What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.