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