Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.