He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.