To be generous, guiltless, and of a free disposition is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannon-bullets.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?

As merry as the day is long.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.