Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.
William Shakespeare'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
William ShakespeareNay, 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?
William Shakespeare