thou art the best o' the cut-throats

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

I hope to see London once ere I die.