Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!
Hell itself must yield to industry.
They, who know no evil, will suspect none.
I glory, more in the cunning purchase of my wealth than in the glad possession.
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.
As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.