All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.