How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
Use almost can change the stamp of nature.
I cannot speak your england.
Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.