In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

Oh what fools we mortals are.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.