Love's Labour's Lost
KING: When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
Th' endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge,
And make us heirs of all eternity. (1.1.1)
KING: The time When? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. (1.1.70)
ARMADO: Why tough signior? Why tough signior?
MOTH: Why tender juvenal? Why tender juvenal?
ARMADO: I spoke it, tender juvenal, as a congruent epitheton appertaining to thy young days, which we may nominate tender.
MOTH: And I, tough signior, as an appertinent title to your oldtime, which we may name tough. (1.2.7-10)