Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*

Sycorax has grown into a hoop