Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.