There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

The head is not more native to the heart.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.