If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Take it in what sense thou wilt.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

You kiss by th' book.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.