A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.