O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
He that dies pays all debts.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.