In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1.

They have measured many a mile

To tread a measure with you on this grass.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear