Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear!

He was but as the cuckoo is in June,Heard, not regarded.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him who makes it

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

But words are words; I never yet did hearThat the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.

I must go seek some dew-drops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.