Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.

Fill all thy bones with aches.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.