The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows. They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred! Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off
Like to the time o' the year between the extremesOf hot and cold, he was not sad nor merry.
The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.
A fool's bolt is soon shot.
The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree.