These words are razors to my wounded heart.
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.
Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
The weakest goes to the wall.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.