A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball For them to play upon. |
A man whose blood/ Is very snow-broth; one who never feels/ The wanton stings and motions of the sense. |
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile - a |
A morsel for a monarch. |
A peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. |
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser. |
A plague o' both your houses! |
A politician is one that would circumvent God. |
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. |
A rhapsody of words. |
A rotten case abides no handling |
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. |
A smile cures the wounding of a frown. |
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. |
A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king be by |