Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?
I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.