For it goes ever, without winding up.
John Tobin—Honey Moon.
20. Lady.—You would rather hear your dog bark at a crow,
Than a man swear he loves you.
Much Ado About Nothing.
21. Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Ossian.
22. To have odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on you.
Much Ado About Nothing.
23. Whenever a change is wrought,