When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection …”

“Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, …”

“O, brave new worldthat has such people in't!”

“Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York;And…”