A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?