My salad days.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish.

Tongues I'll hang on every tree.

There's no clock in the forest.

The lazy foot of time.

The skirts of the forest, like fringe on a petticoat.

Bid them wash their faces and keep their teeth clean.

I'll run away till I am bigger.

Once upon a time-unhappy was the clock.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark...Cheese!

What an ass am I!

There's the rub.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

Women's weapons, water drops.

My face is but a moon.

The trick is to make my lady laugh.

The weird sisters, hand in hand.

Your face, my thane, is as a book.

Ere the bat hath flown.

Out, out brief candle!

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.

Let the sky rain potatoes.

Will not the ladies be afeared of the lion?

How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear.

The Man i' the Moon.

Sits the wind in that corner?

A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!

I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I do bite my thumb.

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Coud I come near your beauty with my nails?

The first thing we do: let's kill all the lawyers.

You may be joggin whiles your bookts are green.

A rotten carcass of a butt!

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

I'll drown my book.

On the bat's back I do fly.

I have been in such a pickle.

There shall be no nmore cakes and ale?

'Tis a happy thing to be the father untomany sons.

A frost, a killing frost.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.

Tempest in a teapot.