So quick bright things come to confusion.
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.