Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
Words spoken can not be recalled so think twice before you speak.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.