Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

The Leopard Does Not Change His Spots.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.