Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.