Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
To take arms against a sea of troubles.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.