Who is so firm that can't be seduced?
Silence is the perfectos herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.
It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
He's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.