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.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

If your mind dislike anything obey it

They are hare-brain'd slaves.