I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

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

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.