I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

All women are ambitious naturallie

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.