A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.