For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

In delay there lies no plenty.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.